06-25-2018, 08:37 AM
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Was anyone around? Pincher glanced around in a state of confused nervousness, his thin tar black pupils flickering and bouncing to his surroundings as he allowed a small sigh to escape his jaws, tiredness now wearing him down as he was ready to simply collapse back onto the ground. Yet, before he allowed himself to unfold from his standing position, an explosive cry caused him to jump back to reality with his vibrant aqua blue eyes snapping towards the direction to where the voice had come from. It caused his throat to tighten as he suddenly began to search for why that voice triggered something inside him. Who's voice was that? Hazy thoughts began to finally pull back, allowing Pincher to step through the fog and allow himself to figure out who the young savannah was as she rushed towards him. His fictional eyebrows furrowed for a brief instant, confusion swimming in his widened stare as she grew closer. Those emerald eyes. That radiance that she eminated. Suddenly, flash of memories with the child filled his skull and the canine's ears pricked with realization as he called out "Goldie!" His own voice was filled with disbelief and shock, amazed that this wasn't some weird mirage that he would endure in the afterlife. He began to rush towards her as well, his cinnamon brown paws softly splashing on the waves as they finally embraced, immediatly feeling her cling to his large form as the canine aimed to wrap his forelegs around her and pull her in close to his chest in a tight hug. He lowered his head to gently draw his forked tongue over her forehead in a loving lick and aiming to nuzzle her as he felt joy now begin to function inside of him.
He slightly stiffened as he heard her questions, his small daughter demanding why he had foolishly not sought help which had lead to his demise. The returning captain swallowed awkwardly, pulling his head upwards so he could lock his icy blue gaze onto the wide ivy green colored gaze of his daughter. Just like her mother's. Despite Guru and Pincher never being able to connect romantically, Pincher appreciated that she had gifted him with a beautiful daughter and a beautiful son. His broad shoulders sagged as the male leaned back into a sitting position with his tattooed haunches now finding relief in settling down after days of travel. "I...I thought I could reach the jungle temple without aid. I didn't want to wake up. You needed sleep, sweetheart. I'm sorry...I love you so much, honey." His usually low sharp voice was soft and gentle, Goldie being one of the few to be able to be spoken in the tone that Pincher used for her. Guilt began to burn within his ribcage as he realized how selfish it had been for him to do that, his pride the responsible one for his unfortunate death. He had caused grief for his family, the opposite effect that he had wanted on them. He hoped there was a way to make it up for them and already Pincher was thinking of ways even if he was struggling in figuring out who was his family. Being trapped in the ocean had done something to his memory, entrapping it an illusion of fragmented past, present, and future. Yet, his attention was focused on the injuries that now littered his daughter's figure, his brows furrowing with perplexity. Had she had those when he had died? They seemed fresh, more recent than his death and his eyes narrowed with sudden anger to what had happened to her. Had someone done something to his daughter during his absence? Seething anger boiled within him as the doberman's large ears drew back as he began to inspect her, sniffing her as she began explaining why his feather earring now was splattered with dried blood...from her. "Don't apologize, darling. What accident? Did somebody hurt you?" He questioned worriedly, upper lip already curling to reveal his multiple rows of jagged teeth that were ready to tear into the bastard that had hurt his child.
Yet before he could bombard his child with even more worried questions, he heard a flutter of wings and then footsteps. Pincher glanced up from Goldie's small frame, his wide ocean blue eyes locking onto the figure of a brown siamese with a brilliant lavender eye and an eyepatch on the other. He noticed the small trickle of blood that came from her nose as he parted his jaws to question what had happened when suddenly the crying small siamese suddenly struck his front left leg though due it only caused his leg to only shift a little on the sand, Pincher flinching slightly at the sudden ache of pain though it was good to know he still could feel things outside of emotions. Then another eruption of memories filled his brain and he remembered Roxanne, his eyes widening for a split second before a lopsided toothy grin began to trace his muzzle as he snorted "Aw, Roxxie. I really don't want to die again especially not from a gremlin." He allowed a light airy laugh to escape his throat as he aimed to pull her in to allow her to cry on his chest alongside Goldie before frowning softly at her demands. "I won't. I missed you too." He murmured as the tall doberman then heard another set of footsteps.
This time it was a brightly colored savannah, his coal black gaze boring into Pincher as frustrated with seeing the canine alive. Pincher immediately was able to recall who this was, the impression of holding mixed feelings as the memories clashed against one another. Caesar. The Officer with the snapping turtle attitude. Pincher raised a fictional questioning eyebrow at the male greeting his return as Pincher gave a light nod, answering "It is good to be back. Anything important happen while I was gone? Politic shit I gotta deal with?" He hoped nothing permanent had been placed for Pincher enjoyed being on top of everything, satisfied with being able to maintain the system he had set for the crew. Then another face revealed itself and this time, it was someone that Pincher was unable to truly place a paw on. She seemed someone much deeper in his fast, a name that had stuck to him but never enough to hold a face or a meaning. Yet, Pincher observed the peculiar wildcat as she began to circle him with her only commentary being a curse word. He blinked twice, straightening his form to follow her vigilant gaze with his own as he questioned "And you are?" Pincher tipped his head ever so slightly to the side as he found no memory of her except the possible name being Rosemary. He wasn't sure why or how he knew that single strip of information but he decided to hold it in until she answered his request for identification.
He slightly stiffened as he heard her questions, his small daughter demanding why he had foolishly not sought help which had lead to his demise. The returning captain swallowed awkwardly, pulling his head upwards so he could lock his icy blue gaze onto the wide ivy green colored gaze of his daughter. Just like her mother's. Despite Guru and Pincher never being able to connect romantically, Pincher appreciated that she had gifted him with a beautiful daughter and a beautiful son. His broad shoulders sagged as the male leaned back into a sitting position with his tattooed haunches now finding relief in settling down after days of travel. "I...I thought I could reach the jungle temple without aid. I didn't want to wake up. You needed sleep, sweetheart. I'm sorry...I love you so much, honey." His usually low sharp voice was soft and gentle, Goldie being one of the few to be able to be spoken in the tone that Pincher used for her. Guilt began to burn within his ribcage as he realized how selfish it had been for him to do that, his pride the responsible one for his unfortunate death. He had caused grief for his family, the opposite effect that he had wanted on them. He hoped there was a way to make it up for them and already Pincher was thinking of ways even if he was struggling in figuring out who was his family. Being trapped in the ocean had done something to his memory, entrapping it an illusion of fragmented past, present, and future. Yet, his attention was focused on the injuries that now littered his daughter's figure, his brows furrowing with perplexity. Had she had those when he had died? They seemed fresh, more recent than his death and his eyes narrowed with sudden anger to what had happened to her. Had someone done something to his daughter during his absence? Seething anger boiled within him as the doberman's large ears drew back as he began to inspect her, sniffing her as she began explaining why his feather earring now was splattered with dried blood...from her. "Don't apologize, darling. What accident? Did somebody hurt you?" He questioned worriedly, upper lip already curling to reveal his multiple rows of jagged teeth that were ready to tear into the bastard that had hurt his child.
Yet before he could bombard his child with even more worried questions, he heard a flutter of wings and then footsteps. Pincher glanced up from Goldie's small frame, his wide ocean blue eyes locking onto the figure of a brown siamese with a brilliant lavender eye and an eyepatch on the other. He noticed the small trickle of blood that came from her nose as he parted his jaws to question what had happened when suddenly the crying small siamese suddenly struck his front left leg though due it only caused his leg to only shift a little on the sand, Pincher flinching slightly at the sudden ache of pain though it was good to know he still could feel things outside of emotions. Then another eruption of memories filled his brain and he remembered Roxanne, his eyes widening for a split second before a lopsided toothy grin began to trace his muzzle as he snorted "Aw, Roxxie. I really don't want to die again especially not from a gremlin." He allowed a light airy laugh to escape his throat as he aimed to pull her in to allow her to cry on his chest alongside Goldie before frowning softly at her demands. "I won't. I missed you too." He murmured as the tall doberman then heard another set of footsteps.
This time it was a brightly colored savannah, his coal black gaze boring into Pincher as frustrated with seeing the canine alive. Pincher immediately was able to recall who this was, the impression of holding mixed feelings as the memories clashed against one another. Caesar. The Officer with the snapping turtle attitude. Pincher raised a fictional questioning eyebrow at the male greeting his return as Pincher gave a light nod, answering "It is good to be back. Anything important happen while I was gone? Politic shit I gotta deal with?" He hoped nothing permanent had been placed for Pincher enjoyed being on top of everything, satisfied with being able to maintain the system he had set for the crew. Then another face revealed itself and this time, it was someone that Pincher was unable to truly place a paw on. She seemed someone much deeper in his fast, a name that had stuck to him but never enough to hold a face or a meaning. Yet, Pincher observed the peculiar wildcat as she began to circle him with her only commentary being a curse word. He blinked twice, straightening his form to follow her vigilant gaze with his own as he questioned "And you are?" Pincher tipped his head ever so slightly to the side as he found no memory of her except the possible name being Rosemary. He wasn't sure why or how he knew that single strip of information but he decided to hold it in until she answered his request for identification.
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